Easy to burn, hard to repair,
Though social interactions make his stomach churn,
He still feels obliged to regularly leave his lair.
Easy to kill, hard to share,
He always feels like he goes against his own will,
Like he's stuck with himself in a game of truth or dare.
Easy to break, hard to say sorry,
He's long ago learned he fights for his own sake,
Yet every word he's got to utter still fills him with worry.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
